Not for you (FIN)

>Facts & Trivia:

The GTO in this, the next and the last chapters is, of course, supposed to be the GTO that was used in xXx; just without the gadgets.
Here are some pictures if you're not familiar with that car (well, actually these pictures show the car - and its 'clones' that were built for stunts...):

http://ultimategto.com/cgi-bin/showcar.cgi?type=lot&pic=/movies/xxx/67xxx04

http://ultimategto.com/cgi-bin/showcar.cgi?type=lot&pic=/movies/xxx/67xxx11

http://ultimategto.com/cgi-bin/showcar.cgi?type=lot&pic=/movies/xxx/67barrett04

http://ultimategto.com/cgi-bin/showcar.cgi?type=lot&pic=/movies/xxx/67xxx-997gto2

And I have a video, too...:

http://www.brightcove.com/title.jsp?title=164942417&channel=2621254&lineup=164950303

I've also been much inspired by this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR-iDNsq388 little video. Gotta love such a son.




I think I woke up by two things happening simultaneously: First, something hard pressing to my back - and second, a knock on the door. Opening my eyes I found myself staring at the clock. Not possible, I thought - nine in the morning? Shit, that knock could only be...

"Found that out... side..." Vince said as he entered, his voice faltering, a bra - my bra! - hanging at the end of the cane, being thrown on the bed. "Good Lord! You two need to get air into this trailer; open the door if you can't open those windows! It smells as if..." He sniffed, his expression changing from amusement to disbelief to recognition, staring at us wide eyed.

I couldn't suppress my grin. In fact, I pulled the blanket over my head and giggled. Dom groaned something into my left shoulder, his hands roaming over my body under the blanket.

"You so didn't!" Vince said, flopping down on the computer chair as I could see when I looked at him, the blanket still pulled up over my nose.

"Vince... shut up." Dom growled.

"Oh fuck, you did."

"Vince!" I warned.

"And both of you!" He grinned.

"Vince!" Dom and I barked simultaneously.

"And together, even!" Vince laughed.

I threw my pillow at him.

"With... each other?" Vince almost fell from the chair from his laughter.

Dom's pillow followed, hitting Vince in the face.

"Get the fuck out!" Dom shouted.

"No, to get the fuck out, I don't need to leave. Just open the door and..."

Dom pulled a drawer from the headboard, threatening to throw it.

"I'm gone, I'm gone! Just so you know, we have breakfast at our camp. I think you both could need some." Vince still laughed, leaving the trailer as quick as he could.

"Just good that you didn't throw this." I said, taking the drawer from his hand and putting it back.

"Why?"

"Because this is the drawer with the condoms... Shit, Dom, he knows."

"You care?"

"I do. I don't want anyone... to... think..."

"...that you're sleeping with me?" He traced my collarbone with his fingers.

"I- honestly, I don't know." I breathed out. "Let's just - you know, get dressed. Have some breakfast. See what happens."

I couldn't stand lying beside him any more, so I jumped up, stormed into the small bathroom and locked the door, taking a long look at my own face in the mirror. Shit.

Last night this had all looked like a fantastic idea. Gods, and it felt fantastic. He felt fantastic. I closed my eyes, remembering the feel of his skin beneath my hands; his breathing, his voice in my ears, and sighed. Dominic Toretto, the phenomenon. And I had it in my bed.

We had both been drunk. Not enough to not know what happened or even pretend that we didn't know. But enough to make us do it.

Shit.

And all of a sudden I remembered something.

The smell.

That evening when the Toretto team had talked it all over, I had noticed a faint smell on Dom that I couldn't place. I froze. That smell was... I knew it. I had smelled it last night, I had smelled it this morning.

It was a smell that I hadn't smelled before, except on that particular evening, and just now after having sex with him.

I instantly knew that he must have had sex that evening. And Vince's commentary back then - 'Poor Fearless Leader, all running around' suddenly seemed to make sense.

So stupid, I thought; you're so fucking stupid. Of course you're just a part of his collection, he's been fucking around all the time at Racewars and probably also ever since.

I had no idea what I was more angry about: The fact that I had believed what he told me the evening before about 'me being the only one he wanted', the fact that he had obviously lied to me when saying that or that I had let this whole damn night happen.

I didn't want him. And I wanted him so much. I needed him; just, of course, that I didn't need him.

You're confused, I said to myself. You're so freaking confused and you're angry. You need some... distance to that guy. Right now. Or you're going to freak out. Get out of here.

I took a shower, dried and wrapped myself into the towel, breathed in, out, in again - and stepped out of the bathroom.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

He was lying on the bed on his stomach, nude, and looked at me, head propped on his arms; I couldn't remember any male pin-up poster that would have looked so delicious. Just, of course, that this sight wasn't what I needed or wanted right now.

"Hmmm... towel package. Come on, let me unwrap that." He said, still having that bedroom voice.

"No way. Get up, get dressed. Breakfast time." I said, not really knowing what to do - because all my clothes were under that bed in the cabinets, and in order to get some distance to Dom, there was no way I would go anywhere near there.

"Anything wrong?"

"Listen, Toretto." I intentionally called him by his last name and noticed the twitching in his face when I did, as if a bee had stung him. "Last night was good. Just that it wasn't... well, you get the point. We were both drunk, it was fun, but that was it. I'm still not a part of your collection."

"I never saw you as a part of-"

"Whatever. Get up, I want my clothes."

He just stared at me, jumped up and practically ran into the shower.

I was just finished dressing when he came back out, a towel wrapped around his hips, looking at me with a strange look on his face."

"What?" I said.

"Well, it dawned me that - it's possible - I'm part of your collection now?"

Ohhhh. Men.

"Thought you were my friend? Remember, no eternity, just for the moment, see what happens. Well, we saw what happened, it was good. But now it's morning, and it's over. In fact, if Vince hadn't stormed in, I'd like to pretend it never happened. I don't want to be part of your collection, and I don't want to have you in mine. I want my friend back."

"As you wish." He said, voice strained. "I doubt Vince has told anyone, given that your precious Michael is sitting at that breakfast table, too; so be at peace. Get the fuck out, I want to get dressed and not tempt you with any more ice-cream."

I grabbed the GTO keys and papers and stormed out of the trailer, feeling tears coming to my eyes. What the hell was up with me? What did I expect?

A part of me had hoped that he would say he loved me; the part right beside it wouldn't have believed that, though. Another part of me enjoyed what he said. Yet another part of me was angry about his mentioning of Michael and his lie, and a very, very small part of me sat in the corner of my head and cried, not really knowing what about.

"You generously fucked up." I whispered to myself, rubbed my eyes and walked over to the camp.

They were already sitting at the table, Vince with his feet on my chair, looking at me with some sort of sheepish grin.

"Morning folks." I said, pushing his legs away, sitting down.

"Morning. You look... stressed." Michael said.

I shook my head and leaned over to Vince.

"You talked?" I whispered.

"Didn't. Not my thing to announce." He whispered back.

"You talk, I'll kill you." I replied quietly, leaning back in my chair and smiled at him.

"We need to talk." He stared at me.

"No, we don't." I hissed back.

"Share your secrets?" Asked Brian.

"Sure. Got something really cool for Michael."

"No you don't." Said Vince, obviously assuming that I wanted to tell Michael about it.

"Sure I do. Last night something really cool happened."

Vince groaned, leaned back in the chair and stared at the sky.

"Let me guess." Michael said, wiggling his eyebrows and to my own surprise, he grinned.

"You wouldn't." I laughed, still looking at Vince, who slowly but surely turned his head to look at me again. "So I was driving around the camp; needed some fresh air."

"What from?" Michael said, but I ignored him.

"Then that guy stopped me, asking for a race."

"Wo-hoo!" Cheered Leon.

"Happens." Brian shrugged.

"What did you race for?" asked Vince.

"Well, turned out the guy was not only young, but also not very experienced and overestimated himself..." I grinned.

"So you raced him for...?" A voice from behind me said. Dom.

"Morning, Fearless Leader. Slept well?" Vince greeted him, obviously aiming for a reaction.

"Sort of." Dom murmured, sitting down at the other side of the table, avoiding to look at me.

I ignored him.

"...and...?" Asked Michael.

"Well, we raced."

"For what?" Vince asked again.

"This." I said, pushing the key and registration papers over the table to Michael.

He looked at me, frowned, picked the papers up, read them, his eyes growing wide.

"You didn't." He stated, obviously unable to say more.

"I did. I still owe you for the engine."

"What?!" He even dropped the keys, staring at me open mouthed.

"Well, it's yours now. I don't fancy that car as much as you do."

"A GTO... for the engine in the Corsa? You crazy?"

"No, I'm not. For the engine, and just because you've been such a good friend all those years. You deserve it. Besides, it's just the '67 model and not the '70s one you wanted."

"Yes, 'just' the '67 model, sure... you're kidding me? For the engine? That means... I have to share this... with... Dirk and Christian?"

"Not telling is not sharing." I grinned.

"Where is it?" He jumped up, grabbing the keys from the floor.

"Behind my trailer." Before I had finished the sentence, he had already run off.


"And, what was it?" asked Brian.

"'67 Pontiac GTO."

"You took a GTO from a guy last night?" Leon said, almost dropping his coffee.

"I did." I said and grabbed a sandwich.

"Wonder how high your stake was?" Vince asked.

"Nothing that I couldn't afford, believe me. In fact, just because I was sorry for him, I gave him a part of that share."

"Explains much." Vince said dryly, picking up a paper on the ground with his cane, throwing it through the air - something no one would understand who hadn't seen him throw my bra on the bed this morning.

"Do I want to know what you two are talking about?" Brian wondered.

"You don't." Growled Dom.

The sound of an engine came near the camp; the dark blue-purplish GTO pacing over the sand, sliding into a halt .between the trailers behind the table. "Too cool!" Michael cheered from somewhere behind the steering wheel.

"Damn." Dom said, getting up. "I didn't really look a this last night..." He strolled over to Michael; only to be overtaken my Brian and Leon.

"One fine car you got there, man. Fine car." Leon was marveling.

"Care to go for a little ride? Just to see what it's got." Brian said.

"Anytime you feel like it." Michael grinned.

"Come on, team.. let's ride American muscle." Dom said. "Vince?"

"Oh, I've seen it this morning. I stay here, start packing up." Vince said, looking at me.

"I don't think I want to crowd that thing with myself. Have fun, boys!" I shouted over to them. I rode enough American muscle last night for quite some time to come, I thought to myself.

They all squeezed into the car, and off they went.

I looked back at Vince who was still staring at me.

"Why did you do that?" He finally asked.

"Because he deserved that car. He deserved it badly." I answered, taking a bite from my sandwich.

"That's not what I'm talking about! You slept with Dom - and you're denying it, both of you."

"Vince," I said, chewing, "if I slept with Dom, it's, you know, between him and me how much we want to tell about it, right?"

"Yes, but seeing you both this morning at this table shows me that you both are denying anything has happened."

"...so...?"

"That's not normal."

"We're talking about Toretto, Vince, right?"

"No, we're talking about Dominic and you, Dana." His eyes were burning, he was furious.

"So what? I don't want to be a part of his collection!" I shouted.

"I daresay you're much less a part of his collection than he is of yours."

"Ya think?!" I laughed, not really believing what I was hearing there.

"I do. Michael can talk, you know?"

"Fuck you."

"Well, fuck you too, Dana. I thought you were better than the average bitch, but you're not."

"Damn, Vince, he wanted it, I wanted it. That was last night, the night is over, we had fun. What the hell do you want from me?"

"Perhaps I'm just trying to talk some sense into you that there's more about Dom than just his dick and being a racer."

"What the fuck?"

"It's a pity, I thought you'd know by now." Vince said, cryptic, getting up, folding his chair, throwing it into a cabinet beneath the trailer. "I can just hope that you didn't hurt him, Dana. If you did, I'll kill you."

I stared at him for a long time, watching him put the chairs and table into the trailer, dismounting the sun screen from above.

Finally he stood before me. "Get up, that's the last chair."

"Why the fuck should I have hurt him, Vince? How? He's..."

"Don't you dare 'Toretto' him one more time." Vince spat. "Think the guy has no feelings? Got news for you: He has. Lots of them."

"And how comes he fucked his way through the entire racer chaser scene without showing them?" I had finally gotten up, folded the chair and handed it over to him.

"That was years ago, Dana. You have any idea when I last knew Dom had a woman in his bed? Shit, you wouldn't believe it - that's also years ago. And I could always tell when he had, I didn't even need to see the bitch."

Ah yes, sure." I replied sarcastically. "Vince, don't think I'm stupid. Remember that evening at Racewars, when we all talked, when he came late into the camp? He reeked of sex; I just couldn't place it earlier, but I can now. And you knew it, otherwise you wouldn't have commented on it with your 'all running around and shit'!"

He stared at me, then laughed. The nerve!

"Oh, no, you're confusing something there. He didn't have sex. Well, in some way he had; but I think that's something he should explain to you some day."

"I don't want to hear about his fucking around. Would probably take him months to list them all up."

"Ah, how would you know that? Would it take you that long to list yours? And he needed them for his fucked-up ego!"

"What on earth would Dom have a fucked-up ego from? He's looking good, he's witty, intelligent, he can race.."

"Yeah, but the one thing he needed to get his ego straight was missing. Ask him."

"I'm asking you right now."

"It's his business to tell you that, not mine. See how you squeeze that information out of him. Or just wait." He threw the chair into the trailer, locking the door.

"Huh?"

He walked towards me, coming close, too close, his nose almost touching mine. "I give you one advice... use the next days in Mexico. Use them to observe, see and understand. And don't just look at Dom."

"Vince, I..." I whispered.

"And see that you get over that fucked up self esteem of yours. Now go, pack your stuff. We'll drive off when they get back."

He gave me the stare again, that Vince stare, the 'looking at the bottom of your soul' stare, and didn't move an inch. "You're lucky, though. If I were Dom, I'd beat the crap out of you."

"Uh..."

"You're so carefully tiptoeing around your precious Michael; but you show none of that respect for Dom or anyone else. Hell, you even bet a fuck just to win him that car!"

"Funny, you're not the first person this morning who calls Michael precious, and in a sarcastic tone, at that."

"Oh." He laughed harsh. "Now where does that come from? Is it perhaps like so that your pathetic tiptoeing is more obvious than you think? Got one more question. How was he?"

"Who, Michael?"

He was furious about my attempted distraction.

"Don't you try that on me; that might work with Michael but not with Dom or me. You know exactly who I mean and what I mean."

"Well, just so you know it doesn't work with Michael either and I told you that's none of your business."

"I didn't ask what you two did. I wanted to know how he was."

"...Vince...?" I barked confused, not knowing what he wanted from me.

"Well, did he take you? Force you? Do things you didn't want?" Vince was becoming aggressive, took a step forward, bumped into me; and I took a step back, stumbling to the ground.

"Vince!" I was so close to tears.

"Or did he ask you what you like? Go slow? Wasn't just looking for his very own fun?"

"Well, it went pretty quick, but... we were both pretty hot and a bit drunk, so... he was..." I was searching for the right expression, and when I found one, it dawned me that this word so didn't fit into my general Toretto picture. "...considerate."

"Aha!" He pointed his cane at me while I was still lying on the floor. "And now take into consideration that he's been on the run for several years, and that I've told you that it's most likely he didn't have too much of a fuck in the last years. Now how does that fit into your distorted image of him being a racer-chaser collecting guy? Think about that."

"Perhaps that's just the way he always..."

"Speaking of 'always' - what did he make you call him? Toretto? Dom? Or was it perhaps 'Dominic'? Because if it was, then you totally fucked up and you're a selfish, mean bitch."

I looked the other way, not wanting to answer.

"Never mind, you're just too fucking stupid to understand." He turned on his heel and disappeared into the trailer.